Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere
hammering and whipsawing debris
ferociously with an angry flare,
cuz mother nature - fed up to here
(re: envision me hands indicating
over top of head) for humanity
scurrying without a care
leaving heavy-duty footprints
blotting out those
of Santa Claus' ancestral reindeer

(and indiscriminately trouncing
flora and fauna upon terrestrial firma)
on a yearly mission where
"Neither snow, nor rain,
nor heat, nor gloom of night
stays these couriers
from the swift completion
of their appointed rounds”